The Boy Avengers (10 page)

I DID IT BY THE BOOK. I PUT A NOTE IN FOSTER'S mailbox asking to see him on a delicate matter. No doubt he pictured me fucking Jeff to exhaustion and needing more of his salve. Incidentally, I showed the salve to Tom little, who identified it as an extremely sophisticated compound that
did
have curative powers, but in addition had the seemingly contradictory properties of slightly narcotizing the anus to eliminate even the slightest pain of entry, and enhancing the slight and subtle erogeneity of the anus to increase the pleasure of the sodomy. Tom said it was frightfully expensive. He suggested that Jack hadn't bought it, but had had it given to him, perhaps in return for services rendered. Had I been sufficiently curious I could have put him on Foster's tail (figuratively, only) to find out if he was indeed earning the unguent, from whom and exactly how, but I hadn't any intention of overusing Tom, of abusing his time in matters of mere curiosity, so I limited my use of him to the matters at hand.

Nevertheless, the information made me more wary of being in Jack's presence. He put a note in my box inviting me to his room that very evening. He didn't offer me sherry, thus informing me we were, theoretically, back on the old stand-off basis. So I didn't have the satisfaction of refusing it. As further evidence that we were back on the old basis, his genitals were on display once more, lovingly enhanced by his flannel slacks.

I got right to the point. It's about Jeff Talbot's sister. Jeff and I were meeting her at a cafe in Waterbury when Jamie Crawford and the others came in and sort of took her over.

How old is she?

She's a lot older than Jeff. In her twenties.

Then I'm sure she can take care of herself.

It isn't that.

What is it then?

Jeff found it hard to tell me, but I gather his sister has been something of a problem. I mean... well ... as they say, she is pretty free with her favors.

You mean, you're afraid for the
boys?
He asked in disbelief.

That's about it. I know you and the headmaster want them to stay fine, clean boys, so Jeff thought I ought to warn you they were probably up against powerful temptation.

I see, he said. He frowned. She's not a tramp, is she?

That's just it. It's obvious she's from a nice family. She's quite attractivefor a girl. I'm sure they'd be on their guard against someone who looked like a tramp. It's just that Sandra, obviously being from their own class, they might have a false feeling of security about her.

Yes, I can see that, he said thoughtfully. I know for a fact all five are virgins He hesitated but I didn't correct him, for I knew he was correcting himself in his mind. I am not dead set against premarital sex, he said. I'm no prude. But I would want for each of them that their first experience not be a cheap gang-bang.

That's exactly what it
would
be with her. Furthermore, she might teach them ... unusual things.

He turned pale! I think it's remarkably kind of you to take the trouble. He crossed his legs, I think to conceal his overt genitals. Unfortunately it only popped them up more spectacularly, so he hastily spread his hands over his lap. I had a difficult time keeping a straight face. Hoisted by his own petard!

I hope you will keep this in strictest confidence, I said. It isn't easy for Jeff, having a sister like that.

Poor kid. I can appreciate what he must be going through. I don't like to cash in on the misfortunes of others, but I think I shall use this opportunity to lecture the boys on what a beautiful thing sexual intercourse can be .... if done properly.

And not a moment too soon, I said. He looked up sharply. I had to force a disarming smile. I must always keep it in mind he isn't entirely stupid.

I fully expected to eavesdrop on his lecture and to enjoy it thoroughly; I even made arrangements to tape-record it with the superb compact recorder Tom had gotten me (at my expense), but unfortunately Jack chose to deliver his sermon on the birds and the bees during a nature walk in the woods (which he no doubt considered magnificently apt), so I was deprived the pleasure of being the sixth beneficiary.

So what I can't know for certain is whether the perpetrators would have fucked Sandra without the additional inducement of his making it forbidden fruit. But I like to think I tipped the scales.

What surprised me was that Tom Little, who obviously intended to witness the simultaneous deflowering and spreading of the lethal pollen, didn't invite Jeff and me, or at least
me,
to witness it also. Did he think our sensibilities would be outraged? Or perhaps it was merely he felt that with too many of us he'd be distracted from a thorough, artful film recording of the event.

So what finally Jeff and I saw was an edited film of the fucking. Tom explained before turning down the lights that dull passages had been edited out of the film.

Are we going to miss much? Jeff asked. It was, after all, his first sex film.

I have removed only what was dull or unclear. Some of the more effective things you will see twice, one of them three times.

I don't understand, I said.

Very simple. I prepared the motel room in advance. I had three hidden cameras, shooting from three different angles, two of them remote-controlled, of course. I guarantee you won't think you're at a peephole; you'll think you're in the very room.

It's not what it's cracked up to be, said Jeff, and Tom and I exchanged glances, taking note of the encouraging fact that Jeff was now able to jest about his humiliating experience.

It must have been expensive, I said.

I only rented the equipment.

Would it be useful to own it?

See what you think first.

The film was indeed amazingly professional, and clinically fascinating as well. I have absolutely no intention of describing that most unusual (for me, at least) sexual intercourse frame by frame, though we saw the film three times and I believe I could. This might disappoint lovers of the prurient, but since my purpose is to tell Jeff's story, I shall not diverge from it at this point to titillate some dirty old men who relish succulent descriptions of genitals in use. Actually, I doubt if anyone with interests limited to the prurient would have gotten this far in Jeff's story anyhow, so we needn't give such persons further thought.

As Tom had promised, the three cameras and skillful editing did give the impression that the cameraman had had full access to the scenes he was shooting. Two of the cameras, necessarily, were set to photograph from two different angles the happenings on the bed. The third camera, the one Tom operated by hand, was a zoom camera and could move in painfully close without losing an iota of sharpness. I think the single most amazing shot, one that drew a gasp from Jeff, was a zooming close-up of Sandra's vagina. Whatever her ultimate purpose, it was clear that she enjoyed the physical sensation of a penis entering her vagina. One could tell this by the ecstatic way she writhed when a penis entered her, by the way she was never content to hold still for it but moved her hips, providing much of the motion required to complete the insertion. With Corkie Jennings, who hadn't fucked Jeff, she provided
all
the motion; her cunt seemed to swallow up his large cock greedily. She locked arms and legs about him as if to imprison his cock forever inside her cunt. As he held himself stiff and astonished, she writhed her whole body mightily, and he achieved an orgasm virtually without moving a muscle.

-But to get back to the remarkable viewing of the cunt by the zoom lens: it was Jamie who stood above her, hard cock in his hand, but hesitating. Lloyd had already fucked her. By a great deal of frantic thrusting (including much wasted motion, I thought) he had been able to provide as much of the action as she; large beads of his semen seeped from the bottom of her cunt. As she lay there, legs far apart, she put her hands on either side of her cunt and pulled at the scarlet lips, so that her cunt opened wide. It was at this moment Tom pulled in on Jamie's hard, glistening penis, which seemed oddly attractive. One could even see a small rivulet of preliminary emission. The head was a gleaming pink. Tom was using an excellent quality color film. The camera came in so close on Jamie's cock it seemed to swallow it up. I stole a glance at Jeff. His face was enigmatic, his eyes hooded. Jamie's cock had once loomed over him like this.

Suddenly one had the impression the camera
was
Jamie's cock. It moved slowly and implacably towards Sandra's gaping cunt, zoomed in so totally it seemed to enter it, to force in between those lips towards the dark hole she offered, until the screen became total blackness. Then came a sudden cut, a distant shot of Jamie's ass as he vigorously fucked Sandra, pounding into her with all the power of his broad hips. This time she offered no motion of her own. Her legs, held high, reflected the power of Jamie's thrusts, rocking with the force. There was a quick cut to her face, eyes closed in ecstasy, another to her hands, clutching hard at his back, one of her nails digging in, raking his back, opening up long red lines that seeped the deepest scarlet.

There was another close-up, this one of his cock, slick with sex juices, plunging in and out of her cunt. It had seemed so open, so huge as it invited his cock, as the camera plunged in. But now it seemed painfully constricted about the shaft. As his cock was drawn back there seemed to be a tight web of cunt tissue clinging to it, stretched so tight it seemed at the limit of its elasticity. Jamie's largish balls articulated with each huge thrust, bulging astonishingly at the zenith. At the nadir his clearly-defined asshole came into view, a half-inch line surrounded by a pucker of flesh. At one point the camera zoomed in close on it. He's been plenty fucked, Tom said.

You can tell? I asked.

Yes. Especially if someone's been fucked a
lot.

It doesn't make much sense, said Jeff.

Jamie's fucking of our Sandra was the only one I'd have characterized as manly. With the others, she seemed to be the aggressor. I think it was a matter of policy with her. She wanted them to know it was out of their hands. With Jamie, though his cock wasn't nearly the largest, she had the fuck that most suited her. With the others, duty came first. But when it was over, even Jamie looked uncertain, used up. They all refused an invitation for a second round. Clearly she had exhausted them too much for that.

I don't think there's a chance in the world she didn't infect them, Tom said when he turned the lights on again.

I should hope not, after all that work, Jeff said heartily.

Tom looked at him. What do you think? About the fucking? Did it appeal to you?

Oh, Jeff said, and he set to thinking about it. Tom belatedly turned to me and made a little face, as if to say he realized he might be poaching in my province. I gave him a wink that said I thought it was being handled with just the right degree of casualness. For one thing, Jeff said at last, I enjoyed seeing something capable of meeting their cocks in equal combat.

Yes, I conceded.

I have never seen a woman naked before. That confused me. I had not realized the differences were so... fundamental.

How do you mean? Tom asked.

A woman's body is
totally
different from a man's. And not only the obvious things, her breasts and her lack of... well, her vagina. It looks as though it would
feel
entirely different, even to the casual touch.

A different resilience, Tom said.

Yes. Even her arms and legs, which outwardly resemble a man's, seem of different material.

Correct, said Tom. And would you be interested in fucking a woman?

I don't believe so.

Why not? I asked.

It didn't seem... intelligent to me. I feel they were
using
each other as inanimate objects. I didn't feel that fundamentally they were communicating.

Could you... communicate with a man? Tom asked.

I'm not sure. But I imagine there'd be a better chance of it. And you? Would you enjoy fucking a woman?

Yes, I think I could fuck a woman, Tom said. He laughed. What am I saying? I
know
I could fuck a woman. I have. Many times.

Sandra? I asked with a wry smile.

No, he said with a wryer smile. But only ... He didn't have to finish it.

Then you already feel committed, Jeff said. I was interested and secretly pleased to note that he didn't sound disappointed that Tom had declared himself heterosexual; no matter how objective I tried to keep our relationship, when we were with attractive men I couldn't help looking for signs that he found them attractive.

Yes, I now considered Tom attractive, though on our first meeting I had thought him plain, as plain as myself. There are some I have found strikingly attractive on first meeting and felt sexually drawn tolike Jamie Crawford. But as they revealed themselves to me their mental shortcomings subtracted so much from their attractiveness that finally I found the thought of sexual intimacies distasteful. But with Tom Little the attractiveness seemed to grow as I saw more of him, so that, finally, I could imagine that if we were in an inevitably sexual situation (like being stranded together on that classic desert isle), it could only please me. But I would never seek to make it happen.